Shava Frailty, Female Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: She is perpetually draped in fineries, but all of this concealed by her earthly robes.. She sports a flattop hair cut. Judging by the bloodshot nature of her eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine she has not slept for days.
Personality: The woman has a huge range of feeling. She will range from being happy and joking with the occasional self put down to crying stating how she will be a better person from this day on. She is obsessed with a lost civilization.
History: She was born on a small isolated farm. She found a children's book about a Tiefling Sorcerer who fought for good and justice and never realised it was just a child's story. She modeled her life after the story, seeing herself destined a hero. She hasn't been sleeping well lately.
Motivation: Meet up once more with her childhood friend; and to get a good night's sleep
Flaws: Insomniac, Emotional. Bonds: Attractive, Adventurer, Nature. Occupation: Layabout
Voice: High pitched, excited
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'11") Tiefling, Chaotic Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 18 (+4) | 17 (+3) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common, Orc, Dwarven, Druidic, Giant
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 14 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 110 gp. 1 Masterwork Common Melee.
Dreali Morris, Male Half-Elf [Permalink]
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Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears a violet costume with the symbols of strength on his torso. His chestnut hair is knotted and matted. He has green eyes.
Personality: He dislikes all the random violence that takes place in the east. He does not believe in violence as a means to an end. He is a dedicated Sellsword but believes his peers are too gung-ho.
History: He was born in the east, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. He struck it rich when he found rare goods in large quantities. He now mingles about in high society.
Motivation: To find somewhere to settle down; and money/treasure
Ideals: Pacifist. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Immigrant, Rich. Occupation: Sellsword
Voice: High pitched and raspy
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'11") Half-Elf, Lawful Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 5 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) | 18 (+4) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 16
Languages Common, Elven
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 5 | 3 |
Possessions: 5000 cp.
Rieta Sage, Female Tiefling [Permalink]
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Description: A pudgy woman standing about 6'4" has a big stupid grin on her face most of the time. She wears a green tunic with brown highlights, and long red pants that bunch up around her shoes. Her hair is dark red and very short. Her otherwise smooth face is marked with small tiny scars.
Personality: She is unhospitable to her core. Her small house has "No trespassing" Signs all over it. She does not trust anyone and sleeps with one eye open.
History: She was a bastard born out of an affair, and her mother always resented and mistreated her for it out of spite. When she was little, her rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a old dungeon. She would wander through that old dungeon and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and she was stranded inside. Her family spent the next few days looking for her, and could only assume she was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Rieta took refuge in the old dungeon and found the beat up hammer and armor she uses now. She has since married many spouses, only to have them die. She claims to not be responsible.
Motivation: Wishes to resurrect an old love; and her name or reputation has been wronged in the past by giants, and she desires to right it
Flaws: Antagonistic, Insomniac. Bonds: Nature, In love, Enemies. Occupation: Crown-heir
Voice: Scottish accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'4") Tiefling, Neutral Good (CR 2)
Armor Class 9
Hit Points 9 (2d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 9 (-1) | 12 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 17 (+3) | 16 (+3) |
Senses Passive Perception 13
Languages Common
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d6+0, Ranged +1 / 1d6-1, Grapple +0
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 10 | 6 |
Possessions: 3000 cp. 1 Masterwork Common Ranged Weapon.
Great Grass, Male Tabaxi [Permalink]
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Description: He is an exceptionally muscular looking northern young adult. He prefers to wear fine silks, though has several suits of combat armor for his hunting needs. Beneath his clothing is a huge mess of scar tissue. His cinnamon fur is smooth and relatively long. He wears an eyepatch.
Personality: He is calm most of the time but flees social interaction. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.
History: Trained by his mother for as long as he can remember he had it drilled in his head that it was his duty to serve his country. He inherited a moderately successful company from his mother. Under his leadership it has flourished, and using capital from his venture he effectively owns an entire region. He knows his nephew is from a royal line that had remained secret for centuries, but promised not to tell anyone. So far, no-one knows but him.
Motivation: Money/treasure.
Ideals: Extrovert. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Rich, Slave, Military. Occupation: Gardener
Voice: Spits words with contempt
Attributes [hide]
Medium (5'4") Tabaxi, Chaotic Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 2 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 16 (+3) | 10 (+0) | 7 (-2) | 13 (+1) | 15 (+2) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 12
Languages Common, Terran
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d4+3, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 5 | 3 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 200 sp.
Diesa Graybeard, Female Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: This southern woman is abnormally tall. She sports grey clothing, slightly heavier than average wear. Her whole body is exceptionally muscular. Her white hair is long and unkept. Her eyes are a pleasant brown.
Personality: Eccentric and domineering, Diesa will drive conversation. She is a great chef.
History: Diesa hails from a village terrorized by gnolls. Because her father participated in the massacre of their homeland, gnolls burned their ranch to the ground and forced them out. She was preparing to flee to the south, but the outbreak of war prevented her and her mother from journeying south to reunite her family. She was recently attacked on the road and savagely beaten by bandits.
Motivation: Someone believes her a fraud; and she wants revenge against gnolls
Ideals: Extrovert, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly. Bonds: Immigrant, Enemies. Occupation: Sage
Voice: Scandinavian accent
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'0") Dwarf, Lawful Evil (CR 2)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 12 (2d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 16 (+3) | 14 (+2) | 14 (+2) | 16 (+3) | 12 (+1) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven, Gnome, Elven, Abyssal
Attacks Melee +5 / 1d6+3, Ranged +4 / 1d6+2, Grapple +3
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 13 | 6 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 1700 sp.
Dain Caebrek, Male Dwarf [Permalink]
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Description: He prefers to wear the grand gowns of high society. He carries his fan with him everywhere and carries himself as the perfect gentleman. He carries with him a set of spears, each one with a amethyst on the hilt. He only wears one on his belt and the other on his back. He wears his hair in dreadlocks. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.
Personality: He does not care much for physical appearances, nor does he care much for other people. He does however care about what he wants and getting it. He is kind towards other men and children and will generally offer men help without question. Others will generally need to prove themselves to him.
History: Born in a small village he learned the ways of the warrior from his father. He was married off to the eldest child of a minor noble. His spouse died of illness and he inherited everything. He now mingles about in high society.
Motivation: He has money and likes to spend it; and to fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever
Ideals: Fighting, Philantrophist. Flaws: Insane, Ugly. Bonds: Rich. Occupation: Sage
Voice: Mumbles to self between sentences
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'2") Dwarf, Neutral Evil (CR 4)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 20 (4d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 15 (+2) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 9 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Dwarven, Abyssal
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d10+0, Ranged +2 / 1d10+0, Grapple +0
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 6 | 3 |
Possessions: 26000 sp. 1 Minor magic item.
Bidreked Mohradyllion, Male Dragonborn [Permalink]
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Description: He is an attractive man, lean and moderately muscular. He is wearing a perfectly clean shirt and pair of pants. His crest is cut close to his head. His red eyes are slightly larger than normal.
Personality: He is quiet and reserved most of the time, but warms up to people very quickly. Around friends he is liable to tell dirty jokes and enjoy himself. He is a bit of a macho man and will challenge people to random contests of strength and skill, and invite them to random hunting and fishing trip.
History: He was raised happily, as a normal child born to his mother and father. His mother taught him the rudiments of the Layabout arts, while his father instructed him in etiquette, music and courtly manner. There was a wharf not far from home where he often wandered off to fish. He now mingles about in high society.
Motivation: He is greedy; and money/treasure
Ideals: Joker, Fighting. Bonds: Attractive, Nature, Rich. Occupation: Layabout
Voice: Speaks with lower jaw sticking out
Attributes [hide]
Medium (6'8") Dragonborn, Lawful Good (CR 3)
Armor Class 11
Hit Points 11 (3d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) | 12 (+1) | 13 (+1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Giant
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d8+1, Ranged +3 / 1d8+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 11 | 6 | 5 | 0 | 0 |
Possessions: 100 gp. 4 Tanglefoot bags. 4 Smokesticks. 4 Thunderstones.
Tomph Ramsay, Female Half-Orc [Permalink]
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Description: She wears a tattered pair of loose black pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs, but does not cut a very imposing figure. She walks with a slouch but will stand straight to her full 4'9" when asserting herself. She sports a flattop hair cut. Her eyes are likewise amber.
Personality: She is curt in most of her responses. She prefers to keep her word usage to a minimum to avoid giving away unnecessary information. A true patriot, Tomph would do anything for her country. She is fiercely protective of her fellow citizens and foreign allies.
History: She got into the Doctor business at a young age. Since her father passed away years ago, her mother had doted on her, and she came to think her herself as special and better than other people in town. A notion that was reinforced by her attractiveness, a trait in which she easily excels the other women of her town. She has gone from town to town till she finds a spot where she can set up a sustainable business.
Motivation: Wants to open a new tavern; and further expansion of business
Flaws: Shy. Bonds: Poor, Military, Job, Attractive. Occupation: Doctor
Voice: Slow speaker
Attributes [hide]
Medium (4'9") Half-Orc, Neutral Evil (CR 1)
Armor Class 10
Hit Points 4 (1d4)
Speed 30 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 13 (+1) | 10 (+0) | 10 (+0) | 7 (-2) | 13 (+1) | 8 (-1) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Orc
Attacks Melee +3 / 1d4+1, Ranged +2 / 1d4+0, Grapple +0
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 8 |
Possessions: 130 gp. A large tome filled with over one hundred recipes written by a former royal chef. (150 gp). 1 Masterwork Common Melee.
Warryn Waggletop, Male Gnome [Permalink]
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Description: A 3'8" southern man, he wears a tattered pair of loose blue pants, a matching torn shirt, and a visible pair of similar condition same color briefs. His hair is long and red with streaks of black, and is pulled back with small blue clips. His beard is black, braided, and well cared for. His ears are large.
Personality: He swings through moods quickly. One moment he is cool and collected, the next he is carried away by passions. He is submissive, is generally bored by everything, but will take part in whatever people ask of him. He is by nature obliging.
History: Warryn was born in the south. At a young age he loved to build and create. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Soapmaker hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. He remains aloof and afraid to be himself due to all the ideals others have placed upon him.
Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Soapmaker and was forced into it by his family; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army
Ideals: Passionate, Persistence. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Soapmaker
Voice: Thin and wheezing
Attributes [hide]
Small (3'8") Gnome, Neutral Good (CR 1)
Armor Class 12
Hit Points 3 (1d4)
Speed 20 ft.
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 10 (+0) | 13 (+1) | 8 (-1) | 8 (-1) | 13 (+1) | 11 (+0) |
Senses Passive Perception 11
Languages Common, Gnome
Attacks Melee +2 / 1d4+0, Ranged +3 / 1d4+1, Grapple +1
| DC | 0 | 1st | 2nd | 3rd | 4th | 5th | 6th | 7th | 8th | 9th | |
| Spell /Day | 9 |
Possessions: 400 sp. Chrysoberyl (160 gp).
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